I held my hand up for her to see the ring I wore. "It's a magic ring," I said, " it grants me anything I desire, so long as I wish for it. That's how it's possible. That's how I became your ideal lover. I wished for it, and it happened."
"I...I don't know if I believe you," she replied, shaking her head.
"Fine," I told her,"I wish you had bright red hair." Immediately her hair changed to a bright, carrot-top shade of red. I pointed to the mirror on her wall. "Go see for yourself."
The incredulous look on her face said it all. "Put it back," she said softly, "I like being a brunette."
"I wish you were a brunette again," I said, and moments later as she watched, her hair reclaimed its natural color.
"Do you know what this means?" she asked me. "You're...you're like a god! You can do ANYTHING!"
"I know. So...do you have any suggestions?" I asked, already knowing what she wanted, or at least I was pretty sure of it.
"I want you to wish for..." she began